Ohio History Journal

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[This article was prepared for and read by author at the Banquet of the

Ohio Society of the Sons of the American Revolution, held at the

Neil House, Columbus, April 19, 1902. It is herewith published at

the request of the editor of the Quarterly.-E. 0. R.]

At the time the dreadful battle of Point Pleasant was fought

at the mouth of the Kanawha river, on October 10, 1774, the

American colonies were in the travail of revolution. For years

the people had been oppressed by the iron heel of inexorable

tyranny to a point beyond further acquiescent endurance. The

word had gone forth from settlement to settlement that the hour

had come to invoke the arbitrament of the sword to cut the

shackles forged upon America by Britain. The aspect of the po-

litical horizon was being watched from the tower of thought, and

as the days passed the hope of harmony grew dimmer and dim-

mer. The lightning of revolt rent the skies and the thunder of

discontent reverberated from the Green Mountains to the Ala-

mance; from the Delaware to the Ohio. Profound discussions

were waged at the firesides in the wilderness where the solitude

of the night was interrupted only by the howl of the wolf, the

melancholy moan of the ill-boding owl or the shriek of the fright-

ful panther; here was considered the status of the colonies as

well as in the drawing room of the tidewater mansion. That an

awful storm was brewing was made manifest on every hand.

After the French and Indian wars, whose horrors are un-

paralleled in historic record; after the terrors of Pontiac's hideous

conspiracy; after the treaty of 1765, peace with the savage seemed

assured, and the awful nightmare and its terrible realization in

Indian atrocities and frightful barbarities had passed away and

the indomitable pioneer had crossed the mountains in large num-

bers to seek home in the ever expanding west. Peace then seemed

as sure as the spring blooming of the anemone and the annual put-

ting forth of the golden petals of the wild sunflower. The whole

aspect was tranquil save the loud mutterings of discontent that